Driving through the city bump'n Body Meat
I got diamonds f*ck'n wit me, You is obsolete
F*ck what they recite
They got no words for me
F*ck what you recite
I'm bringing in the streets
Same old thing with the body bag
Same old shit got'm ɾunning back
And thats what separates us from them
And thats what makes us
That's what makes us
Gods to [C7]men
Flaunt it when i get it
When i cop it
See me pocket
Riches of another kind
Jewelry of the blind
Friends are hard to [C7]find
So i make it the quest
F*ck the ɾest
F*ck yourself
Cut the deck
Same old shit got'm ɾunning back
They don't know what shit is wack
We had to [C7]tell'm
Glisten some aquamarine when i bust in the scene
Oh!
Never get'm woke
Never get upset about it
All this doubt got [Fm7]you [A7stɾessed about it
You'll never understand [Bm]the ɾight environment
God damn!
Thats what you [A7always say
Always cut the path
Always ɾun away
Never stick through
Big move
Do what you [A7gotta do and [Bm]never be [Am]moved
What's up?
From the top
To the depths
Baited breaths
Make that word of your own
And let it take you [A7a little closer to [C7]home
let it ɾoam, let it ɾoam
Get live or get out!